I spend it nestled in a valley of a extinct volcano...
I spend my summers reading and writing, but also:
Finding old toys...(no comments about hoarders here, please)
Having fun with family members...
Doing puzzles...
Finding old toys...(no comments about hoarders here, please)
Having fun with family members...
Doing puzzles...
Hiking mountains...
Cooking meals...
Listening to old albums...
Cooking meals...
Listening to old albums...
And taking photographs...
of animals
those planted by the wind
Which frame my visual and physical world
And sing a melancholy song
On windy days
When their tall thin trunks to scrape together.
And sing a melancholy song
On windy days
When their tall thin trunks to scrape together.
I love my summers
In the mountains
Where I am
Surrounded by skies
Which dance each night
in technicolor and perform a nightly ritual
en-robing
the
undulating sea of mountains
In the mountains
Where I am
Surrounded by the river
and 23,000 years of erosion
Has left exposed
A post-volcanic stew
of granitic magma and basalt.
A post-volcanic stew
of granitic magma and basalt.
I love my summers
For when I am in the mountains
it is always enough.
For when I am in the mountains
it is always enough.
Inspired by Cynthia Rylant's book, When I was young in the mountains.
Beee-u-teee-ful in all ways. xx
ReplyDeleteAmazing.....thanks Jen!
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